I used to love clothes. I like to think I appreciated finer fabrics and timeless style rather than being too fast-fashion-consumerist, but I also did a lot of online shopping in my fashion heyday and I was super cheap about it. I'm feeling my old love of nice clothing slowly coming back after a year… Continue reading Breastfeeding, fashion and mom jeans
... It's really hard to see my breasts as something sexual. When I need to breastfeed in front of family, the last thing I want is to feel like I'm revealing sexualized breasts to everyone. But after a while... after a year in the same drab nursing bras with cotton pads stuffed in there to absorb milky leaks, sometimes partners will start to mourn the loss of sexualized breasts. I think this is totally fair. So is not wanting your breasts to be sexual things while breastfeeding your offspring. It's a tough subject.
Last night was night 1 of 10 in a sleep "training" challenge for us. Avery sleeps perfectly through the night (11 hours) when she bed shares, but we're ready to kick her out for the sake of my back and our intimacy as a couple. I've tried moving her to the crib a few times… Continue reading A gentle baby sleep experiment
Breastfeeding has become like a religion to me. I take it very seriously, and prioritize it above all else. Her face lights up with a big smile when she hears my bra unclip. It's uncanny. She knows she's about to eat, and will soon feel full and content. While she nurses she does a little… Continue reading Breastfeeding